This is a song about "Famous"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

Now momma told me be careful who you love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

This shit wouldn't happen if famous rappers were dope,

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

But one day that book will be famous

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Why cant i be famous

Cause right now im fellin a little famous

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

And i need you to show me love

To get rich and famous,